Pain of Death
PAIN OF DEATH
The pain of death is one that can’t be fathomed,
Bringing sorrow, anger, and feelings on random.
Like stormy clouds raging over the earth,
This pain can't be avoided; it shadows birth.
And like the setting sun against the flowing stream,
All we can do is wait, as steel meets rust unseen.
A life once joyful can be pierced with holes,
For death comes to us like a blizzard cold.
It may leave scars that time can't heal,
Cracks on stone, a pain so real.
Yet like sunlight from spring’s warm embrace,
It shapes, it teaches, and we learn in its grace.
Copyright © Abubakr Farid | Year Posted 2023
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